I wake up to nothing
but chirping birds
and the drip of coffee
pouring down,
and wonder how I feel
about it all—
and find it refreshing
to know I see it
like a fairy fountain,
standing tall—
calling me to slip on shoes
and even walk on air
if that’s what I choose.
Not sure if I’m a morning person, but I enjoy poetry, and that’s enough to get up.